All girls, upon entering, will moon you while saying “good morning sir.” You will respond politely by spanking them.

You arrive at school early, anxious with anticipation. You enter your empty room, write out your lesson plan on the white board, and then sit quietly at your desk. You open the notebook of normality and once more eye the new social norm you have set in stone.

All girls, upon entering, will moon you while saying “good morning sir.” You will respond politely by spanking them.

The bell rings. You feel your heart leap into your throat. Could the world really deal you such generosity. Your classroom door opens and a fresh breeze from the outer quad blows you in. You turn to see your first student standing in the doorway, the campus trees rustling in the breeze behind her.

It is Gigi, star student and future Metaphysics major. She is a petite latina with raven black hair pulled into pigtails, thick lips, chestnut eyes, and smooth tan skin. She turns around lips her skirt revealing her tan, round ass. "Good morning sir," she says.

Your entire face flushes but she doesn't seem to notice. You quickly fall in line with this new normal dictated by the world and walk over to her. You flatten your palm and give her round, fleshy ass a resounding smack. She smiles, drops her skirt and proceeds to her desk.

As soon as Gigi has moved away you see Tawnee, all-american dirty-blonde and captain of the cheerleading team coming straight from practice and standing in the doorway with her cheerleading outfit pulled up around her hips. Her full, pink nipples accent her girl-next-door smile and two messy pig tails. "Good morning sir," she says.

"Good morning Tawny," you say and give her ass a gentle clap.

As Tawny moves towards her seat you turn to see Karlee, a brilliant student and daughter of the Principal standing by the window just within the doorway. She is a white shirt and a purple plaid skirt which she has pulled up politely, revealing her round, tan ass. You see, for the first time, the tattoo on her left check in the shape of a heart. Her long brown hair cascades down her back. "Good morning sir," she says.

"Hello Karlee," you say. You are sounding more normal now, though you can't help but but grab Karlee's butt cheeks firmly with both hands and knead them. She seems a bit shocked and makes a small squealing noise. You did, after all, only write "spank" into the notebook. She doesn't seem offended, rather she gives you a smile as though you have favored her especially and have acted as quite a gentleman and a respectful teacher. She nods at you once and proceeds to her seat.

You turn back to the doorway where you see the patient Gina, your favorite student of all, a polite, thoughtful girl with whom you've spent many afternoons after school having long, thoughtful conversations. With an expression of profound admiration she stands smiling, listing her grey plaid skirt up to reveal her petite, shapely ass. Her matching bow and knee-high white socks make the view even nicer. Her voice full of genuine admiration, she says "good morning sir."

You decorously spank her twice. She drops her skirt and proceeds to her seat in the front row.

Next the slim Alina waddles into your room backwards, hobbling on high heels, pulling her pants down as she goes. "Good morning sir," she says.

You reach out your hand and spank her softly. You're scared of knocking her over. She pulls her pants back up and moves to the back row and takes her seat.

You feel almost overwhelmed as you see Anjelica, a true nordic beauty, reveal her tight frame and pale ass. "Good morning sir," she says.

Anjelica has never been the smartest student and has struggled to keep up with the others, but you feel you will do anything to help her succeed as your hand makes contact with the soft skin of her ass. She pulls her boy-shorts back up and proceeds to her seat.

And now a girl for whom you've cheered at many a Tennis game, the school's consummate Tennis star and a funny girl who always makes you laugh with her wry humor Aubrey. She has come straight from the courts, in full attire, and merely pulls back her skirt to show you those ripe peaches that you've only glimpsed during her games in passing. "Good morning sir," she says in a sing-song voice. You had your suspicions that she never wore underwear. Or is just because of the notebook?

You smile at her as grab her ass tightly with one hand. She squeals. You spank her resoundingly, the loudest clap yet. She drops her skirt, looks at you with an expression of surprise and proceeds to her seat. Steady now, you tell yourself. Don't get too excited until more rules are written.

With an almost angry look, as though she woke up on the wrong-side of the bed you see Valentina in the doorway. She is the foreign exchange student from Italy and you two have not always gotten along, but she shows deference to this new, strange custom as though it is as normal as any of the other American customs she has had to get used to. She slides her black pants down and reveals her shapely, round ass as she utters a thickly accented "good marning ser."

You spank her extra hard on both cheeks, so much so that she groans. Then you nod at her once. She sits in the front row, where you have placed her to better keep an eye on her unpredictable behavior.

Next is Channell, gifted and kind, better at math than philosophy but eager to get all the best classes she possibly can. It's no wonder with her reputation that she insisted on being in your class. She reveals her soft ebony skin with a polite "good morning sir."

You give her a quick spank and she proceeds to her seat.

Last in the door is Jynx, a big brown eyed and voluptuous young girl. She is wearing her boyfriend's football jersey. You were always jealous of him, but no longer as she, seemingly possessed but the Notebook's power, pulls her pants completely off, turns around, and drops to the floor where she twerks her ass up at you and smiles while saying "Good morning sir."

You oblige, dropping low to spank her ass while it's in moment, lingering a moment to rub your hands dangerously into her crevice. She has an aroma that has driven you wild since you first met her. You nod at her politely and she stands, gathers her pants from the floor, pulls them back up and proceeds to her seat.

After that initial greeting, the girls all are their usual selves throughout the rest of class. No one acts differently or strangely in any way. No one seems to have found anything unusual about the greeting. After all, you made it the new social norm. You try to go on with your lesson as though nothing is out of the ordinary. None of your students seem to think anything is strange.

But even as you stand at the front, giving your lecture on theories of causality and Kant's Critique of Pure Reason, each of the girls diligently jotting notes and raising their hands with clarifying questions, your mind turns with new experimentation. You already know that you plan to hold one of the girls after class, just one for starters, one on whom you can push the limits of the notebook's capabilities. They are all so beautiful, but which one do you want to make your first experimental subject in the pursuit of the Normality Notebook's limits? The bell rings and you make your decision: